Stood in a dark corner of the bar, Luciana was sipping quietly on her sidecar. She didn’t tend to make a habit of frequenting bars alone, and she hadn’t intended to stay by herself – Kerr had mentioned going to London, and Lucia had jumped at the chance. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, he’d met up with some school friends. They’d had a round of drinks here, on one of the lower levels, then left for another nightclub nearby which was apparently more their scene. Already on a light buzz from the first couple of drinks Luciana had decided to explore a little, and the rooftop had sold the place for her. The view over the city with all of its dazzling lights and the warmth from the braziers were more appealing than following her cousin to a room full of bodies jostling to music she didn’t like.
So here she was; her back resting on a bar leaner, long legs crossed at the ankles. The Italian was wearing a dark velvet plum-coloured dress, with a plunging neckline and long sleeves. Her thick, dark hair was tumbling over her shoulders in large curls, and Luciana’s doe-eyed gaze kept being drawn by a woman at the bar. There were plenty of other people here, but they were all seemingly coupled up or in larger groups. This woman, like Luciana, was apparently alone. In her head, Luci began coming up with fictitious back stories – ideas as to why anyone would be sat at the bar alone, drinking cocktails, was she waiting to meet someone? Avoiding an ex lover? Here for an affair? Perhaps she just enjoyed her own company.
Luciana’s eyes widened as the woman stood and began coming her way – the elemental hadn’t realised how intently she’d been focused on her. As the dark-haired woman came closer, Luciana took another sip from her glass – not looking away as the cool liquid warmed her throat and clouded her thoughts a little more. She was very attractive. The notion came in without warning; Luciana had never really thought objectively about her sexuality. She’d only ever had relationships with boys, but she couldn’t deny that she often looked at other women. She hadn’t considered dating someone of the same sex, but there had always been a little bubble of curiosity about what it would be like to be with another woman. The closest she’d got was a drunken kiss with a friend, but that hadn’t been over genuine attraction.
Doing her best to seem nonchalant, Luciana returned the close-lipped smile, “Hello.” She felt her cheeks warm slightly, thankful for the dim lighting. “I’m pretty good,” her thick Italian accent just evident above the music as she spoke. “thank you.” Up close, the woman was much taller than she’d seemed from across the deck – Luciana was wearing heels, but so was her new friend. There appeared to be an age difference too, but Luci couldn’t quite put her finger on how old the woman might be – she seemed to give off an aura of maturity, yet she had deceivingly fresh skin.
“Oh, mm, I found the bar.” Luciana picked the garnish from the edge of her glass with her manicured nails and took a bite of the orange wedge, “Well it’s not a very interesting story.” She offered, quickly licking her lips, “I came with my cousin, but he thought the bar around the corner would have more single girls.” The elemental smiled wryly, “Do you come here often?”
